Just as the tuxedo was pulled up, he was panting and panting, and his throat was sore. He stared at Nan Zhou, unable to utter a word for a while.
Nan Zhou didn't give him time to call for help or conceive lies.
He kicked the toes of his tuxedo.
The tuxedo slipped and his entire body was thrown out of the bridge again. Only the tie of good quality around his neck was wrapped around Nanzhou's fingertips, keeping him alive.
Unfortunately, that is both life and death.
The handrails of the suspension bridge are made of wood, and they have been exposed to the mountain wind for a long time, so they cannot bear the full weight of two adult men for a long time.
The long flowing mist extended the deep valley that could not be seen to the bottom into a boundless appearance.
The two were on a small-scale cloud, and the only thing close to them was this old bridge.
squeak-
squeak-
Steel bars, planks and ropes entangle and rub against each other.
The low sound of steel bars, the screams of wooden boards, the slamming of ropes, and countless dangerous sounds of life, mixed with the sudden increase in the heartbeat rate from the inside of the chest, made it even more frightening.
Nan Zhou's idea is very simple.
Since the NPCs in this dungeon have wisdom, they must be afraid of death.
In order to better control the tuxedo and keep him in a constant state, most of Nan Zhou's body crossed the railing and was almost suspended in mid-air.
The strength of a person on the verge of death is exceptionally huge, and the tuxedo suit has no demeanor.
But he was facing Nan Zhou.
Facing the abyss, his facial muscles were reluctant to move.
After Nan Zhou patiently hung the man half-dead, he brought him back.
He asked, "Remember my question just now?"
Nan Zhou's point was very accurate, and he was just stuck on the edge of the tuxedo's weakness without completely losing his mind, memory and thinking.
After suffering the last time, Tuxedo knew that if he slapped again, he would be kicked mercilessly and suffocated for nearly a minute.
His upper body was firmly controlled by Nan Zhou, and he was lying in the air with a 45-degree leaning back posture, and only the first third of his feet could be used all over his body.
next to the bridge.
The instinct for survival forced the tuxedo to squeeze the plank in vain with his toes through the leather shoes.
He didn't even dare to leave a space for him to call for help. As soon as he regained his basic breathing ability, he hoarsely roared: "Mr. Duke... cough, cough—there is indeed something to say!"
In a panic, with limited time, Tuxedo kept coughing and told everything he knew.
Regardless of whether those contents were explained by the duke, or whether the duke asked him to pass it on.
"The Duke said that Dr. Rhodes did not recommend him to do that terrible operation, because it was too dangerous, and it was also against ethics. Such defilement of God's gift to the world would inevitably lead to God's curse."
"But he was willing to take risks for Mr. Keith, just for fear that Mr. Keith would be unhappy."
"Our Duke has been like this since he was a child, and he is very considerate of others. Mr. Keith is the son of his godfather, Mr. Delos, and what Mr. Keith asks him to do, even if he suffers from physical pain, will not do— "
"He said, you're willing to change your mind, and he's really happy."
"He said he really wanted to see the iguanas, so he would try to get better."
"He said he hoped to meet Mr. Pastor sooner..."
Following the tuxedo's incoherent announcement, Nan Zhou frowned in confusion.
He could tell that the hereditary little duke had probably grown up in the country with the young priest.
They have a strong relationship, which is unusual.
They were friends and could die for each other.
So, what would Keith do to keep his friends alive
In order to live for himself, what will the Duke, who is good at "thinking about others", act
Listening to the meaning of the tuxedo, the Duke is planning to have an operation to treat his brain disease.
"Danger".
"horrible".
"Violation of Ethics"...
An operation that satisfies both of these adjectives…
Nan Zhou thought, does the Duke intend to undergo brain replacement surgery to completely solve his brain problem once and for all
And the raw material of the brain is his players
But why did the Duke suddenly ask that "Dr. Rhodes" to operate on him
Nan Zhou traces the source all the way, roughly outlines the plot of the plot.
towards.
On the fourth day they entered the copy, the Duke fell ill and failed to deliver the letter.
Knowing that the Duke's condition was deteriorating, Keith, who had a conspiracy in his heart, repeated his old tricks and wanted to call Nan Zhou to the office alone. The purpose was unknown, but it would definitely not be a good thing.
Since it is the basic idea to start, then Nan Zhou has no more reasonable way to deal with it.
So Nan Zhou took control of Keith.
Everyone started searching for the church.
The dust-covered dark attic was naturally opened by their group of outsiders.
And Ban Hang took the oil lamp and boarded the attic, sending some kind of signal to the duke far away on the west bank.
Nan Zhou thought that the duke and the priest had reached some kind of agreement before.
The priest sealed the only attic that could face the duke's castle, trying to find a cure for the duke.
- It's not hard to guess, because "The Duke's Brain Disease" is the only core contradiction currently known in this dungeon.
In the long-term exploration, he drew up his own plan to attract them, the outsiders, to enter the church to achieve some ulterior motive.
According to Fang's inference, Keith may have made a deal with the devil early on.
Demons have been lingering in the sanctuary of the east coast, only lacking a suitable offering.
He successively tried to ask Hua Xixi and Nan Zhou to go to the office alone, probably because he wanted to offer a single sacrifice to the devil.
It's a pity that he was tied to the bed by Nan Zhou Wu Hua Da before he had time to start.
Pastor Keith's plan should have failed so far.
He let them explore, went into the attic, held the lamp for him, and signaled the West Bank.
He has been exposed, unable to complete the sacrifice of the devil, and he still doesn't know if he can live to the next day.
And as Tuxedo said, the Duke is a stubborn and infatuated young man, obedient to Keith's advice, and if he doesn't get Keith's permission, he will even let his condition deteriorate and refuse to undergo surgery.
He wants to use Nanzhou and the others to send a signal to the duke, allowing the duke to risk brain replacement surgery.
Then, Keith was killed by the demon, paying the price he deserved.
All of this is very natural, and the general logic is smooth.
However, even thinking of this, Nanzhou's
The mind is still trapped in the five-li barrier, and it is difficult to get rid of it.
… there are so many things that don’t make sense.
If Keith sent them to the office in order to sacrifice them, what about the magic circle? What about the summoning array
Keith's office was clean and nothing was found.
If the mastermind behind the scenes was really a demon, he killed Keith, why did he take Hua Xixi away instead of killing him on the spot
Also, that scream just now...
That was Hua Xiu's voice.
After all, he disappeared for more than ten hours.
The devil is going to kill, why is it now—
With a slightly uneasy mood, he kicked the toes of his tuxedo into the abyss again.
However, he was extremely skilled and only kicked one side.
There is nothing decent about the tuxedo at this time. When he felt the precursor of imbalance in his body, he immediately shouted out of control, and automatically answered his next question without waiting for Nan Zhou to ask.
"I don't know who is with you!!" he screamed, "If you are talking about those newcomers, they are all doing the simplest service work, and they are indeed not under my jurisdiction!"
At this point, the tuxedo that was forced into a desperate situation has already collapsed, and there is no need or room for lying.
With such an uncertain answer, Nan Zhou's mood could not be calmed down at all.
He worries about his teammates.
However, they were not allowed to board the West Bank, and no matter how worried they were, they could only see each other across the bank.
They are bound by rules and unknowns.
Nan Zhou repeated his third question: "What is the 'that thing' you said?"
The tuxedo's complexion was ashen, and he tried his best to stretch his arms, and finally barely reached Nan Zhou's tiger's mouth, and used his fingernails to dig his flesh, trying to maintain the balance of his body.
"I don't know..." he muttered to himself, his voice sobbing, "I swear by the name of Jesus, I really don't know anything..."
But the more he talked to himself, the more panicked his expression, and the clearer the madness in his eyes.
Nan Zhou lowered his eyes.
Maybe he really didn't know anything, he thought.
Then you need to think about your next move.
… what should he do with the tuxedo
It must be impossible to let him go back.
Nanzhou's
Yu Guang glanced towards the land on the east bank.
Rather than silence, perhaps, you can experiment with him...
However, before he could consummate the plan in his heart, the tuxedo, with the last bit of strength, sternly grabbed Nan Zhou's palm, poured the strength of his entire body into his hands, kicked back with one foot, and jumped up. Jump into the abyss!
An independent npc tuxedo with self-thinking ability, made his own judgment.
- He was threatened with his life like this, and it was impossible for Nan Zhou to let him go back and report to the Duke.
So Nan Zhou will definitely kill him here.
Instead of waiting to be killed, it is better to die!
Because the fish died and the net was broken, Nan Zhou was pulled forward by this, and his body fell forward, and his waist and abdomen slammed into the bridge rail with a thud.
At this moment, the railing was finally overwhelmed, and with a bang, the plank collapsed!
Nan Zhou's body fell forward with inertia, and half of his body fell straight out of the broken bridge railing with gravity!
When the soles of his feet were pulled and he was about to leave the bridge, Nan Zhou suddenly felt a slight vibration from the other side of the bridge.
Is someone on the bridge again
In the next instant, a hand stretched out out of thin air, exhausted all his strength, grabbed Nan Zhou's fingers and wrists, twisted his waist, and firmly grasped the bridge railing on the other side.
The tendency to fall was slightly reduced, and Nan Zhou, relying on his extremely powerful waist, hooked the broken bridge railing with the back of his foot, stabilizing his body.
The tuxedo was originally at the end of the arrow, and the hand strength was insufficient. With the thunder-like fall, it was naturally unable to support it and let go of the hand uncontrollably.
When Nan Zhou looked at it again, the dark tuxedo was only a corner raised in the thick fog, and it was swallowed up by the fog and disappeared.
Facing the wet mist blowing towards his face, Nan Zhou blinked his wet eyelashes.
Ah, so dangerous.
He turned around, followed the wrist that held his other hand tightly, and looked all the way up.
Nan Zhou saw Jiang Fang with a pale face.
Jiang Fang closed his eyes and tried his best to imagine that he was not above the abyss.
But such self-hypnosis would have no effect on a skilled liar like him.
A corner of the guardrail was broken, and the mountain wind rushing towards him like a sea current eroded his sanity and blood little by little.
he lost consciousness,
He didn't even know if he had caught Nan Zhou.
He raised his trembling fingers and tried to touch and sense the temperature of Nanzhou's skin.
At this moment, in the abyss, he is the only existence he can rely on.
Nan Zhou also responded immediately.
He grabbed his wrist, patted it gently, and touched again: "I'm fine."
He carefully observed Jiang Fang's face: "Are you afraid of heights?"
Jiang Fang gritted his teeth, and a faint redness appeared at the end of his eyes.
Nan Zhou did not go after the figure of the tuxedo, leaned over and picked him up, all the way back to the east coast.
Jiang Fang leaned against his arms, grabbed the clothes at his heart with one hand, and rubbed the flat part into a wrinkle.
… like coquettish.
Nan Zhou looked at Jiang Fang and felt a little strange in his heart.
In front of him, Jiang Fang is calm and gentleman, always good at planning, and always leaves a way out.
This is the first time he has seen such a fragile Jiang Fang.
Stepping on the firm soil, Nan Zhou heaved a sigh of relief.
He said softly, "It was dangerous just now."
Jiang Fang didn't respond to him, just took a deep breath.
Nan Zhou tucked his knees and squatted in front of him, like a well-behaved cat: "I don't even know you are so afraid of heights."
Only then did Jiang Fang let go of his bloody teeth, and reluctantly made a joke: "There are so many things you don't know."
Nan Zhou looked at his face intently: "Since you know the danger, why do you want to go to the bridge to save me?"
Jiang Fang propped up the ground with one hand, trying to regain the feeling of his legs, and gave a wry smile.
He looked at the gray foggy sky, and his pale pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of indifferent mist: "We are friends."
Nan Zhou didn't answer, just put his fingertips on his wrist, rubbing back and forth rhythmically, trying to help his heart beat back on track at the fastest speed.
He asked, "...how did you come here all of a sudden?"
Jiang Fang breathed a sigh of relief.
The panic and gaffe just now, the colic pain in his heart and the feeling of weightlessness when he saw Nan Zhou was about to fall, were all taken care of by him without any leakage.
He stood up: "Junliang and the others have found Hua Sisi."
Nan Zhou's fingertips stopped.
He asked, "Where?"
The question is this, he has already thought of it
.
In the next second, Jiang Fang pointed to the place where the tuxedo had fallen.
In just a few minutes, this bottomless abyss filled with mist swallowed two lives.
The author has something to say: Brother Fang knows the importance of coquettish Dafa here w